I’ll go first: Level of Hell of waiting rooms at medical clinics that cater to old people. Nobody’s in a hurry because they have nothing to do anyway. Minutes become hours, hours become days…all while you’re serenaded by old people body noises and the sound of their portable medical devices. Cell signal is somehow nil and you don’t bother starting a conversation because the last one left your voice hoarse from all the yelling. Bonus: old people dead skin in the air and all over your clothes.
Apparently, and someone doesn't think he's old. I'm calling in a newsflash to OP. Spoiler Hello? Can you hear me? Good. You're old. You're noisier than you think. And you shed vast numbers of skin cells on the daily.
